For you I am dying
I am thine
I do not want to worm my way into your affections; neither do I want to inveigle myself to your heart
So I chase after you onerously
But even if I win your love it would be a pyrrhic victory because I would have lost so much energy
And that’s the worst part
This poem is a message in a bottle cast atop the deep blue
I hope it reaches you; I hope it finds you
I hope it floats on your blood through veins and arteries and ventricles to your heart
I’m thinking of all the felicitous things I could say to make you mine
Coz this is Agape love so Divine
And I’m not speaking to this songs beat
I’m speaking to a heartbeat my heart beat
These emotions are true no histrionics or cloying or affectations
But without hesitation
You say I’m just a friend
Which makes me melancholic as I paint the sky with sighs,
Because I wanna be more than “eh he’s just a friend”
I’ve been here before this is de ja vu
You do not love me but still I love you
Violets are blue;
Roses are red
From this point onwards I’m going 2 spit off the top of my dome straight from my head
Understand that without your love I’m worse off than dead
I’m a walking corpse
a walking corpse
So save me:
Save me from myself coz I am dwelling in a pit,
Wallowing in agony and mysery; and the only company I have is solitary
So there’s no one to comfort me
Without your love I’m lost
Ther’s no love lost
But without your love I’m lost
There’s no love lost.
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Daniel Revell
nagami kumquots
rejected for failing memorials
"Leave No Trace" rescinded
Guilt Free,
alone in my cell
recalling the days
practicing French at
Parkmoor the 3 of us
seeking mastery
who was the 3rd?
4 years pass
Cindy, when I was freezing
you invited me to stroll
the beaches of the Gulf Coast
a winter's break: you teaching Spanish
me: lost and wounded fallen
wandering writing searching
for a reason or a voice!
on your couch could barely
sleep dreaming of a language, a style
utility--to show how I needed you
or perhaps your imaginary counterpoint
exploring a language of bluebirds
of Violets at Dawn--hungering darkness and falling
after the sun broke through
visions of porpoises and pelicans
you married the very doctor
who left you behind at Clark U.
I never married--I only sang of grasshoppers
leaps of faith and Redemption
a mirror aimed at a ghost
who just did not care to expect more
than bleak, knotty survival!